hell or flying | Chaelisa

Chapter 34

A/N: The reason Rosie forgot about the abuse is trauma. One sign of having PTSD is suppressing painful memories. So when she lost Annabeth, it pushed her over the edge. Thought I'd clear that up for those of you who were confused.

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Though her voice resonated through the apartment, leaving an echo followed by an uncomfortable silence, I couldn't speak a word. My eyes followed the tall brunette as she walked inside, in a complete trance. I didn't think I'd ever see her again, not after last time. And I definitely didn't think to see her anywhere near the raven, who was still sitting in front of me, purposefully not meeting my eyes.

She looked uncomfortable. I could tell by the way her hands fidgeted in front of her and her eyes looked around the apartment aimlessly, with an awkward smile decorating her lips. Lisa was right, I didn't like this. Not one bit. But hey, I wasn't one to hold a grudge, so despite the unexpected, and not exactly pleasant, surprise, I stood upright, meeting the older woman's gaze.

"Sooyoung," I greeted, the tone of my voice colder than I intended.

No one said a word after and though my eyes haven't left the brunette, I noticed an absolutely baffled Michael standing behind her, clearly not grasping the situation. When Lisa told me I wouldn't like it, I disregarded it entirely. It flew past my head as if she hasn't spoken the words at all because my mind was preoccupied with far more important matters than who could help. But now that I knew who she was talking about, I couldn't help but wish she would've told me.

"It's good to see you," she spoke timidly, gauging my reaction as if she feared I'd pounce on her.

"You too," I reciprocated, but couldn't say my words were genuine. I might have moved on, but I haven't forgotten how she tricked me, how she took advantage of me, and how she's hurt me. And quite frankly, I felt more than a little uncomfortable knowing she was the one who was, supposedly, supposed to help me.

Truthfully, I didn't want her anywhere near my personal life. Sure, people change, but there was no way of knowing whether she had. And I was sure I couldn't trust her. Despite what Chanyeol had said, I wasn't stupid. At least not that stupid. So as tension continued filling the room, I looked her up and down, as if searching for clues if this was just one of her sick ploys again.

Lisa said nothing, and neither did Michael. It felt like it was only me and her in the silent apartment. I was sure you'd hear a pin drop in the closed bathroom, that's how quiet it was.

A thousand thoughts ran through my mind as I looked her over, yet I didn't voice any of them. My brain was still trying to catch up with the fact that she was actually here, standing right in front of me, and that after everything I was supposed to trust her. But the most prominent out of my questions was probably how Lisa even knew her. I was pretty sure the last time I saw them in a room together; the raven broke her nose. It was a little hard imagining them becoming friends after.

"Hey, Lis," Sooyoung addressed the girl who has now turned around on the bed to face us, however, seemingly still unable to meet my eyes. My eyebrows shot up, and I whipped my head to the brunette's direction so fast my head actually spun at the nickname, Lis? People who weren't close didn't usually use nicknames, and I wasn't entirely sure how I felt about knowing the two of them had been friends.

I mean, it was her life, and I had no say in it. She could be friends with whoever she desired, yet it didn't sit well with me how casual the greeting was and how Sooyoung didn't mind coming to visit at all, even though it was all last minute. I couldn't help but wonder just how close they actually were.

"Hey Soo," Lisa offered a small wave and a nickname of her own, and this time my brows furrowed in distaste. Whatever, it didn't matter anyway what their relationship was. She was here to help me, and that was all I needed to know. Even though I still wasn't entirely comfortable with her going through my personal life and meddling in it yet again.